Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies

Chapter 112

Chapter 112 None of them could keep drinking and were all unsure if they should set their glasses down when they realized that this was all for show to warn them.

Lucas was comparatively calmer than the rest, he did not give much of a reaction apart from frowning in disgust.

Unable to stand it any longer, Anne shouted, “That‘s enough!”

She had thought that this was yet another plan he had to humiliate her, but she had never imagined to see something so violent and she could not take it.

Anthony‘s expression remained cold. “No need to ask for mercy for them. Carry on!”

Wailing rose and fell and Mr. Moore fell onto the ground holding his mostly severed palm, while Mr. Pat had a dagger buried deep into his hand, pinning him down to the floor.

The screams inside the room sounded as though they were coming from a slaughterhouse.

The floor was soon tainted in crimson and the bodyguards dragged the men outside once they were done.

The scent of blood filled the air and not even alcohol could overpower it.

Anne paled. His fingers found her chin once again and forced her to turn around to meet with devilish eyes.

“This is what happens to people who touch you.” He narrowed his eyes dangerously. “No one but me. There‘s no exception. Anyone who does it will be my enemy.”

This warning was meant for Lucas and Anne knew it by heart. ‘Who does he think he is? What makes him think that I‘m his? I didn‘t consent to this! She thought.

She pulled away from his hand and got up. “Do whatever you want. I am going home.” Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

She turned and ran away from the bar. She ran all the way outside to the road, gasping for fresh air.

Frustration, resentment and sorrow attacked her all at once, bringing tears in her eyes.

When she caught a taxi, she got in and hurried back to her mother‘s apartment.

When she arrived home, the urn was still sitting on the table safely.

She fell onto the ground helplessly in tears.

Her mother was gone, and she did not even get to bring her children home that night. Her heart twisted in pain, she did not know if she could survive this.

Luckily, Anthony did not appear again later that night. The next morning, Anne discontinued the rental contract with her apartment and moved into Cheyenne‘s apartment to save money. Without Cheyenne‘s help, she would certainly encounter difficulties in taking care of the

children, but she could not leave them at school every day. At noon, she went to the school and picked the children up. “Where is Grandma? Mama, why isn‘t Grandma here?” Charlie‘s eyes darted around.

Anne froze.

“Hey. Mama, what is that?” Chloe pointed at the black box on the cabinet curiously. “That wasn‘t there before,” Chris added.

The triplets were sensitive to the change.

Anne walked over and stared dazedly at the urn. “This...is Grandma.”

The three turned to look at Anne, seemingly confused by what she had said. She crouched and touched their cheeks, not intending to hide the truth from them. “When Grandma was on her way back home, she accidentally fell into the river and...now she‘s gone.” She choked on her voice as she tried not to sob.

“Grandma is gone...” Chloe broke down in tears.

Both Chris and Charlie started sobbing as well. Her tears scrolled down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around them. “I am still here. Don‘t cry. It will get better soon...” Chloe looked up and helped to wipe the tears off Anne‘s face. “Don‘t cry, Mama!”

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